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[title] => Who are you to Judge
[time] => 2008-10-05 02:01:17
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[bodytext] => Who are you to judge. Another piece of litter blows across the road He pushes the cart ahead despite the coming cold His jacket lined with paper His wallet lined with dirt His mind lined with memories of the past before his hurt He remember every minute He screams out everyday Insanity courses through him When his demons come out to play He remember the smell of pine The look of snow upon the ground The lilting voices of his familys laughter The love he'd finally found The presents placed under the tree christmas only a week away he lights a candle by the window watches it flicker, dance and play He turns back to his family unaware of the fuze that he has lit Unaware of the burning clock Counting down his life with every burning bit He carries himself upstairs to kiss his sons goodnight shuts the door and walks past the burning clock as it toys with darkness and light He lays his head upon his pillow leans over to kiss his wife pulls the blankets tighter falls asleep with his perfect life He wakes and tries to blink his eyes open woken by his wifes shrill scream he sits up in confusion lights, color, fog that belongs only in a dream He finds it hard to walk Like a thousand pounds walking down a hall he sees his wife at the door pounding screaming, crying, praying for her sons to answer her call. He recognizes the disaster if his wife opens the door a single twist of the knob will engulf the smokey floor he tries to call out to her but is unable to catch his breath he sees her twist the handle and be engulfed in flaming death He smells the burning flesh sees the burnt corpses of his sons he grabs the two black corpses Turns down the hall and runs He places them on the lawn their skin darker than coal he knows their already dead he can feel insanity grab his soul he turns and runs back inside to find his wife completely unaware of the risk to his own life. He finds his beautiful wife burnt in flames down to the core he pulls her body to him and screams his mind unable to take anymore Burnt and shattered Broken and tattered A burnt corpse of himself Where nothing ever matters Years later he sits on the curb you hear him cry and sob you continue to judge wondering why he doesn't just get a job He pushes his cart ahead his scars blatent to see you continue to judge. "why cant you be like me?" He says: Who are you to judge? have you lived my life? have you seen your reality burn? your home, your sons, your wife? so be careful who you judge what you think and do and say because it can happen to anyone it just wasnt you that day. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 32 [informant] => RobinKrystal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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